Friday, December 21, 2018

December 17, 2018 Joy-Ann Reid and Mika Brzezinski,


December 17, 2018

Joy-Ann Reid and Mika Brzezinski, fire breathing modern American Liberals who are neck and neck to see who will be the Poster Girl for this year’s N-MFMS Award – that’s “Non- Malodorous Fecal Matter Syndrome” or, as it is known to those of us who are doubly blessed to be called Deplorable, “My Shit Doesn’t Stink”. The award will be given this year in conjunction with the highly coveted “Smarmy Bastard of the Year” laurel. The Queen, God Bless her, has her year end honors’ list; I have mine.

Speaking of Smarmy Bastards, attention must be paid to previous winners. The first winner, the template by which all future winners must be judged, was NJ Superior Court Judge Carole Ferentz. Suffice to say that she gave miserable, foul-mouthed vixens a bad name but I am proud to say that I actually made her froth at the mouth and threaten me when I had Appellate Courts in 2 states join in overturning her ruling against me, of course, against me. That I did this pro se and then personally presented her with the rulings and offered, with my personal copy of the Constitution in hand, to show her the relevant parts since, as I sooooo slowly reminded her, she was not familiar, even a teensy weensy bit, with James Madison, I now present myself with Good Egg reward, albeit 26 years late.

All Kennedys, each and every one of them, are awarded “Smarmy Bastard of the Year” permanent laurels, like The Mark of Cain, at birth.

Talk about D.C. Swamp creatures! I’ve been trying since February to get an answer form someone, anyone at the Fed. The President of the Atlanta branch is local businessman who runs a company that has $25,000,000,000 in revenues. In my other life, I was an officer and director of a public company. It doesn’t male ant difference how many zeros there are in your checking account; the reporting requirements – 10K, Annual Report, Proxy – are the same. I asked him why the Fed is not subject to the same rules that his company is. 10 months ago. If he treated his customers that way he couldn’t make a living peddling used cars. Now comes the Fed deciding on whether to raise rates.
I go back to William McChesney Martin acquiescing in Lyndon Johnson’s financing the Vietnam war through T-Bills. It listens when the White House calls. Base strictly on commodity prices, we are toes up to the line, teetering on deflation. Couple that with a head up their ass Democratic House raising taxes and we’re looking at 1933 all over again. And, pop quiz, who are the outside auditors of the Fed?

Here’s another brilliant idea. The highlight of the Christmas Carol “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” is the line “God and sinner reconciled”. Kevin Hart, a Black comedian who made some jokes about queers a few years ago, gets the chop from being the GC of the Oscars. Mika Brzezinski and Joy-Ann Reid, 2 TV chicks, one of whom ain’t White, you guess, also don’t like finochios. Have them host the Oscars. They can do a Henry the Second and whip each other while begging forgiveness of the non-Deplorables watching the show. And, BTB, it will be true Pay-TV because the only way they will get anyone to watch it will be to pay them. A win-win, no?

86% of the government is funded through 2019. Shut the rest of it down. A motion to adjourn is always in order and is not subject to debate, or so says Robert’s Rules of Order. Shut it down, What’s the worst that can happen? We could go back to the mid-60s, before the government declared War on Poverty and on Drugs. How’s that 2-front war working out? Shut it down. We are a free people. We can always open it up again. Shut it down. Sine die

If the Packers can fire Mike McCarthy, who won a friggin’ Super Bowl, why can’t the Governor fire Brenda Snipes? She’s so incompetently dumb that she thinks manual labor is the guy who mows her lawn. 

Curly Biden for President? Why not? BTB, I call him “Curly” to honor the smartest Stooge. His class mates at Auchmere Academy, a posh, unreachably expensive, all White, single sex, Roman Catholic prep school in Wilmington, Delaware still call him “Cheese Dick”. “Cheese Dick”? Send a SASE. Run Curly, run! Please. You and the lying, fake Injun from Boston whose favorite Redskin food is crab meat omelet will make 2020 a chalk bet.





Kevin Smith
WARRIORBARDIT@BELLSOUTH.NET



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